Chapter 278: Hospitable Villagers

[Grape grower in Fox Cave, level 4]

【Life: 60/110】

[Grape picker in Fox Cave, lv5]

【Life: 100/150】

[Grape aphid remover in Fox Cave, level 3]

【Life: 60/90】

There were indeed people in the Porcupine Tavern, and there were more than a dozen of them standing there.

They are indeed partying, but they may not be as friendly as you think.

The moment they heard the door being pushed open, everyone turned around and looked at him.

The moment of looking back made my heart stop at eight in the morning.

The moment his eyes fell on him, he found that his throat was dry and itchy.

"Gudong"

It was not until he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that he felt a little better and perked up.

He smiled apologetically: "Sorry to interrupt your party."

I slowly backed out of the pub door and reached out to try to close the door.

A dozen villagers opened their bloody mouths with hundreds of teeth and rushed towards him with roars.

“Ah! Fuck!!!”

The silence of the fox cave was finally broken.

The villagers who are afraid of strangers, shy and unwilling to communicate with others during the day become hospitable at night.

They enthusiastically chased after strangers, and offered their most sincere greetings with sickles, pitchforks, scissors, axes, etc. in their hands.

Ashes exploded and light flashed.

This scene has begun to play out in various areas of Fox Cave.

I resurrected in a random area of ​​the Fox Cave on the 8th morning. It seemed that there was no absolutely safe place in this novice village.

Or maybe he was judged to be safe everywhere, but he and the local residents happened to be in two different camps, and the other side happened to be hostile to him.

The first time I played the game, I was dismembered.

Even though he had completely shut off his sense of pain, it was hard not to have a vomiting reaction when seeing himself being cut into pieces.

From now on, I have the material for nightmares. Ordinary death is boring at all. The first step will probably be to dismember my body, load it into cement blocks and sink it into the river.

Wait, this game can only be played when sleeping? That's fine, I won't have nightmares at all.

The place where I resurrected at 8 am was in a narrow alley.

At most two people could stand side by side, and it was pitch black.

However, after holding his breath and blinking hard for a while to adapt, he could vaguely see the surrounding environment.

He has completely used his real-world life instincts to act in the game.

When he couldn't see clearly, he would squint, and then he would find that he could really see more clearly; when he threw something, he would follow his instinct, and the parabola would accurately hit the target according to his inner thoughts, and so on.

This is a game that completely follows the logic of human behavior in the real world.

Whether a game is realistic or not, the graphics are important but not the most important. What is more important is the logic of the activity behavior. Many times, people will forget that they are playing a game.

It was equally dark behind, either forward or backward.

The undead who was also working in the fox cave sent a message: "The villagers here are really friendly."

I was also sighing when I was at 8am: "Yeah, they totally ignored us during the day, but it was completely different at night."

"Be careful, I feel like something might have happened in this Novice Village."

Up to now, the undead people can't even figure out what the main line of the game is at this stage, because no matter from which angle you look at it, you will find that as long as you keep playing, it can be regarded as the main line. Even if you don't take this main line and take another one, you will encounter other main lines countless times in the subsequent journey.

It is as if, without the involvement of the undead, these stories would develop quietly on their own in places that deviate from the player's main perspective.

This feeling is very magical.

They are like little ants caught up in an era. Now, they can't even control their own experiences in the game's novice village.

"Be careful."

I closed the chat window at eight in the morning.

The pitchfork cannot be used in such a narrow area, so you can only pray that you don’t encounter the enemy at this time and be forced to engage in a narrow road encounter.

I kept walking forward, luckily I didn't encounter anything that would jump in my face.

Just as I was about to look out at eight in the morning, a strong light suddenly poured in from the front. The flying ashes looked like concentrated, mottled stars under the light of the fire.

Sensing that something was wrong, he ducked his body and leaned forward.

The rapid sound of wind brushed past his scalp and hit the wall, making a noise.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to duck and rush out of the alley, I turned around and saw who had attacked me.

Still a vineyard grower.

Just like the villagers I met before, they are not of high level but are just as enthusiastic as ever.

Because he rushed forward, he was forced to drop the pitchfork in his hand. Without a suitable weapon in his hand, he could only quickly select a target and then pounce on and hug the other person.

The villager who was hugged was very light and flew up when I hit him with my shoulder. His skinny and shriveled body was picked up like a torn bag and then slammed heavily to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he reached out and grabbed the sickle in the villager's hand, and successfully snatched the sickle away with his strength advantage.

His body reacted extremely quickly. He pressed the sickle to the opponent's neck, and used his body to drive the sickle to cut suddenly and lift it up.

Blood was flowing out, but no blood spurted out. The shriveled and thin body seemed like an empty shell, and the blood that overflowed was only enough to dye the neck red.

But at this moment, I noticed a little movement behind me.

I was attacked! My health suddenly dropped.

He rolled forward and avoided the opponent's second attack.

The rough and blunt bone-chopping knife did not hit the undead, but hit the villager who was still twitching.

The stomach was cut open and a lot of blood splashed out this time.

It was to an abnormally large extent, as if there was a huge bag of blood in the villager's stomach, and the boning knife had just burst the blood bag, splashing blood all over his face.

"Pooh!" I hurriedly raised my arm to wipe my mouth at eight in the morning. I accidentally drank some just now.

The taste is very strange, a mixture of blood and sweet and sour taste.

He took advantage of the gap when the villager's bone-chopping knife was stuck on the bones of the corpse to raise the sickle above his head, rushed behind the villager in three or two steps, and chopped vertically with all his strength.

The tip of the sickle was like a sharp claw, drilling a big hole in the back of the villager's head as he lowered his head.

Interactions that are too realistic can also create new problems.

The sickle was successfully stuck in the opponent's skull and could not be pulled out, but the severe pain made the villager become more and more violent.

I had no choice but to let go and bent down to pick up the pitchfork that I had accidentally thrown aside.

With pitchfork in hand, the gun shoots out like a dragon!
With another fork, he successfully defeated the opponent.

The two bodies fell limply to the ground, and I picked up the bone-chopping knife that was tied with a cloth strip.

The weapon is crudely made, but does more damage than the pitchfork and is more durable.

He grabbed the boning knife with both hands and swung it twice in the air. The whistling sound of the wind gave him great confidence.

He also received a hat.

Now I am on Zaoba and look no different from the villagers in the Fox Cave. However, he himself doesn't know why. These villagers can always find him first. This is a little different from the strategy he found on the Internet before.

Next, they continued to kill and advance.

He gradually became skilled in dealing with the villagers of Fox Cave.

He can quickly sneak up behind the opponent and take the enemy away with a sneak attack.

I get injured occasionally, but most of the time it's not fatal.

I heard a roar coming from a distance. I rushed in that direction at 8 o'clock in the morning and found that there was a familiar face there.

It was the old hunter Charles who had left just after dark.

(End of this chapter)